Verily I say unto you ~ may reality smote you 'tween the eyes & leave you enlightened.
Verily verily I say unto you ~ the material world is nothing more than the mask that reality wears.
Verily
verily verily ~ may you bask pleasantly & forever in the ether, the
aura, the blessings of the mystical reality of reality that is
continuously blowing the nose of all humankind!
So we have a
tale to tell. So let's pitch our tent & tell it ~ like a clumsy old
goat, like a quacking duck, like a swift train.
Speaking of which ~
Riding
the train into Albuquerque is your best bet when it comes to a
superlative experience. Ride it in from the west around 10 am, whiskey
glass in hand, sitting rapturous in the big-view car, rattling along.
The mighty plains are stretched out all around, a hill here, a dale
there. And then down the clickity-clickity track you roll along a
generous curve into a gully out of which sticks a few leafless weeds.
The gully is the Rio Grande Valley. And those leafless weeds are the
skyscrapers of Albuquerque. A minute pile of rock called the Sandia
Mountains stands guard over it.
But
this story isn't about coming to Albuquerque, in New Mexico. It's about
exiting that fairly inconspicuous city. Better than that, this story is
also about walking under the full moon down Oak Creek Canyon.
Verily I say unto you ~ walking under the full moon down Oak Creek Canyon.
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painting at the top:
Spirit of Place by Deborah Holman
moon shot:
annonomous